Chapter 30: Chapter Thirty

Aubrey

I am cleaning up after dinner, Everett’s eyes burning into my back. He offered to help, but I told him no. It’s hard to focus while he is staring. I hear the chair move against the floor, and soon, his footsteps approach from behind. The second he is behind me, a shudder runs through me. Closing my eyes, I draw in a breath, trying to keep it together. He rests one hand on my hip, and the warmth of his breath fans my skin. I moan softly, and he dances his warm lips over my neck. I lean back against him, gripping onto the edge of the counter.

“I think the cleaning is done.” He rasps, his hold on my hip tightening.

“Hmm.” That is my only reply.

Everett brings me around to face him, staring down at me with a look I’ve become familiar with recently—a look of lust. I swallow hard, and he pushes my back against the counter, trapping me between it and his strong body.

“Wouldn’t you agree?” he asks, a hint of a smirk, his lips inching closer to mine.

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I manage a nod of my head. Everett smirks, dipping down and finally covering my lips with his. Moaning, I snake my arms around his neck, kissing back. Everett’s groan vibrates against my lips. Our lips move perfectly in a frenzy of passion, enough to cause a vigorous stir between my thighs. I am not the only one excited. His cock is hardening against me. I still find it hard to believe that I excite him so easily.

Everett forces his tongue between my lips, massaging it against mine. Whimper, I entangle my fingers in his hair, pressing the lower half of my body harder against his. I am so turned on! He smirks and lifts me onto the counter, pulling my legs apart to stand between them, not breaking from the kiss once. His rough, big hands run up my bare thighs, my skin heating under his touch.

“I am going to fuck you right here on the kitchen counter. Where are the condoms?”

“There are some in the bathroom.” I breathe out.

He nods, pecks my lips and disappears to grab one. I have never had sex in this position before. I tap my fingers anxiously against the counter, waiting for his return. He doesn’t take long, condom in hand.

“Why are your clothes still on?” he asks with a raised brow.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to take them off while you were in the bathroom,” I reply with an eye roll.

Everett swats my thigh. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, sweetness. Get off the counter and take off your shorts.

“God, you are bossy.” I huff.

Everett smirks. “And you love it. Get to it, baby girl, I don’t want all night.”

“And if I don’t?” I protest.

“Then my plan to fuck you right here isn’t going to work, is it?”

Good point. With another roll, I don’t get down from the counter, instead, I lift my hips and remove my shorts, allowing them to fall on the floor below me. I still had panties on, but I am not taking them off until Everett has less clothing on.

“Panties too.” He says, nodding towards them.

I shake my head. “Nope. They are staying on until you have fewer clothes on.”

I cross my arms over my chest, my tone firm. He seems to be finding me amusing.

“Yes, ma’am. And you say I am bossy.”

Everett slips his tee off, discarding it on the floor. My eyes automatically fall on his bare chest and stomach. God, why does he need to be so sexy? I reach over, dancing my fingers over his chest and perfect sculpted abs, licking my lips. Everett’s eyes close, his muscles tensing under my touch.

I go around the outlines of his abs with my fingers and down to his belt. Hooking it in my fingers, I yank him back to me, needing him closer to me. He groans, opening his eyes to look down at me. I keep eye contact and fight with his belt, undoing it to give me access to the button and zipper. Once they are out of my way, I slide my hand into his boxers, stroking his hard cock.

“Fuck.” He breaths out, his head falling back, and he throbs against my fingers.

I smirk and draw my hand out. “Mmm, I was making sure you were ready.”

He groans, grabbing my face roughly and kisses me passionately. It is short and sweet, but enough to leave me breathless. “I am always ready. Are you?”

Everett runs his hand between my thighs and over my panties. I gasp, my hips jerking. “Yes, I am ready.”

“I need to check for myself.” He replies and dips his hand into my panties.

His finger brushes over my clit and down over my wet folds. The heat radiating, something I am sure he can feel on his hand. I spread my legs further, rest back on my hands and arch into his touch.

“Damn, sweetness, you are soaking. My fingers are coated in your arousal. Do you want me that badly?” he rasps, teasing my entrance with his fingers.

“You know I do.” I whimper.

“Yes, I do.” He chuckles and thrusts two fingers into me, curls them and strokes my sensitive inner flesh.

“Oh God.” I cry out, my head falling back.

Everett works his fingers inside of me, and my hips work to meet them. He quickens his speed, pleasuring, soaring through me. I tighten around him, and just as I do, he removes his fingers, leaving me empty. Asshole!

“Everett! Why did you do that!” I whine, not in the mood for his teasing. It serves me right, though, since I did the same to him only a moment ago.

“Because I could.” He chuckles and pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. “Mmm, you taste good. I can’t wait for a proper taste later.”

Later? I would much prefer it now.

“Why not now?” I pout, hoping to encourage him to drop to his knees for me.

“Nice try, but no. I say later, but what I need more than anything right now is to bury my cock deep in that sweet, tight pussy of yours.” He replies, his voice low and seductive. A tone that is enough to make me throb again.

“Then fuck me, Everett,” I demand.

I will take whatever he wants to give right now. My body is craving him in all forms, so if he wants to fuck me first, then I would stop him. We have the rest of the night.